No Laughing Matter: Lennox Brothers Romantic Comedy by Hunter Talia

Author:Hunter, Talia
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-12-27T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seventeen

Mason

A faint aroma of shit still lingered on Trixie Watson’s front porch as I set my toolbox down and leaned my ladder against the wall.

“Replace these rotten boards,” I instructed Asher’s builders. “Make sure the porch is safe to walk on.” I’d promised my brother I’d let them get back to work at his construction site as soon as I could.

When I knocked, Carlotta opened the door. I was grateful to see her smile.

“Hey,” I said, some of my worry about her easing because she didn’t seem to still be upset. She was wearing a tailored shirt and skirt that made her look more business-like than I’d ever seen her.

That’s right, she’d said something about getting a part-time office job. My mind immediately flashed to a boardroom fantasy, with Carlotta a sexy CEO demanding to be satisfied. I had to shake my head to get rid of the picture.

“Thanks for fixing the porch,” she said. “And for cleaning away the dinosaur poop.”

Xul came out from behind her and sniffed my legs, his tail wagging. Then he sat down to watch the workmen unpack their tools.

“I’ll start with the front door lock, then come in and take a look at your windows. Okay?”

“Sure. I’ll go and change, then give you a hand.”

I started to bend toward the toolbox I’d borrowed from Asher, then forgot what I was doing. My entire world narrowed to the sway of her hips in her tight, sexy skirt as Carlotta walked inside. Even after she’d disappeared around the bend at the end of the hallway, it took me a moment to remember where I was and what I’d come here to do. Then I had to clear my dry throat and bend again to get the tools I needed.

Trixie’s rusty old front door lock came apart in my hands, thanks to the corrosive salt air that blew from the ocean. It was an easy job to replace it, and by the time Carlotta emerged, I was already starting work on the window latches in the living room.

She’d changed into jeans and a T-shirt, and her feet were bare. She’d pulled her hair back into a short ponytail. Though I missed the skirt, she looked beautiful with her hair like that. And when she moved close to watch what I was doing, she smelled delicious, like crisp green apples.

“How are you feeling today?” I asked her.

“Still a little shocked about my mom and your dad, but coming to terms with it.”

I nodded, resisting the urge to reach out and touch her. “I’m sorry you found out about it like that.”

“I’m just glad I know.” She leaned against the wall next to the window I was working on, then tilted her head back. “Is that why you didn’t talk to me when you came back from Mexico?”

“Yes.”

“Because you blamed me?”

“What? No!” I put down my screwdriver so I could give her my full attention. “I didn’t blame you.” I abandoned my efforts not to touch her, and ran my hand down her arm.

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